1974

Suddenly,
It's 1974
in our Orange House
And you feel
A lot like home to me

Yes, Alan is home.

I could write songs here
Nestled under your chin
I could write love letters,
Poems
And then...

but you are jealous of my notebook now
And my attention divided between you
And it
And the mayowing of a yellow-eyed cat
Prancing around our Orange House
Like King
Of 1974.

-Me

P.S. How quickly my resolve crumbles. Please don't steal this, random internet stumbler.

My New Favourite Poem of All Time

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
-the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

-e.e. cummings

P.S. It's 3:18 and I just woke up. Hooray for days off and abject laziness.

Obligatory First Post

It is currently twelve thirty-five, eastern standard time, and I have just successfully created my first blog. Yay me.

So now I have to decide what this blog will be. Will I do as I said I would, and just post random observations about things and try to sound all deep about it, or will I also use this as an internet deposit for my poetry. I always feel so cliche publishing my poetry on the internet, you know? Also, I'm perpetually terrified that somebody's gonna steal it. But, I'm also terribly vain, and this is a public forum, of sorts, so maybe. We'll see. If you tune in one day, Invisible Reader, and see poetry, you'll know which way I finally decided.

Lately, my time has been divided amongst work, studying for the G.R.E., fearing terribly that I am, in fact, average, and fan fiction. Yeah, I'm lame like that. I'm also writing a romance novel that I can't publish because the characters are already owned by Mutant Enemy, Inc.

Also, my life would be simpled up so much if the zombie apocalypse would just hurry up and get here already. Seriously, Government, what are you waiting for?